In the bathroom.
Xie Jiaran lowered his head, supported himself on the edge of the sink with one hand, and covered his face with his right hand (which still had feeling in it) for a few seconds.
He then turned on the faucet and scooped up some cold water to pour over his face.
The itch beneath the surface of the skin was greatly relieved the moment he hooked Liang Sunian's palm.
Unfortunately, it only lasted for a brief moment.
After the separation, the body, which had tasted a little sweetness but received no more comfort, began to protest, and the discomfort more than doubled.
He exhaled deeply a few times, then raised his head with his face wet.
The young man in the mirror was looking at him.
There is no doubt that she has an outstanding appearance, and her facial features are so delicate that there is no aggressiveness at all.
The pupils are a clean and pure black, with beautiful double eyelids and slightly drooping eye corners, which should have given her a very well-behaved look, but because of the indelible coldness between her brows, it has been diluted to almost nothing.
Even the eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.
—If he smiles, he will definitely look very beautiful.
This is everyone's most intuitive first impression of him, but unfortunately no one has ever been able to truly verify it objectively.
Just like no one knew that he, who had severe mysophobia, also suffered from an incurable skin hunger disease.
No one knew that while he resisted contact with outsiders, he couldn't suppress his desire to be touched intimately in his heart.
Two diametrically opposed symptoms coexist in his body, and the unsolvable contradiction is best displayed in him.
Fortunately, the two are not evenly matched, and the fussy mysophobia always has the upper hand.
Compared to his desire for intimate contact, he couldn't stand any unimpeded physical contact with outsiders. So much so that every time when his disturbing skin hunger attacked, he could only clumsily choose to numb himself with sleep.
Fortunately, the symptoms were not serious and were more than enough to deal with.
But this balance that had been maintained for many years was ruthlessly broken after Liang Sunian moved into his dormitory.
Their dormitory has always been a mixed dormitory. His is from the Fine Arts Department, and the other three are from two architecture departments and one from the Foreign Languages Department.
Later, the student from the Foreign Languages Department took a temporary leave of absence for personal reasons, and Liang Sunian from the Political Science and Law Department of the same grade moved in.
At that time, Xie Jiaran had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
Things began to become uncontrollable until Liang Sunian, who was not yet familiar with his bad habits, put his arm around his shoulders in a familiar manner, and he was stunned for two full seconds before pushing him away, which was unprecedented.
The fussy and unpleasant cleanliness obsession was ineffective on Liang Sunian.
It was like a special existence that suddenly broke into his life. Surprisingly, he did not feel any disgust or resistance towards Liang Sunian, who he saw every day.
Just like before, they were all big boys who had just come off the court and were full of energy. He was extremely disgusted with the group of people he met on the road and just wanted to stay away from them.
As for Liang Sunian, he wanted to get closer and closer, and it would be best if he could rub against him and touch him to relieve his discomfort.
Once a person has an inappropriate desire, endurance becomes more painful.
Or maybe the things accumulated over the years have finally found a breakthrough.
Xie Jiaran looked down at his wrist, which was covered with dark and light red marks that had not yet faded.
It wasn’t so hard before.
Liang Sunian made his symptoms worse.
Liang Sunian would wait outside patiently for as long as Xie Jiaran stayed in the bathroom.
When I saw him coming out, I didn't rush in, for fear that I would smell too much sweat and would be disliked when I passed by him. I simply waited until he returned to his seat and sat down before I picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom.
Xie Jiaran put his palm against his forehead and took a deep breath. He calmed down and began to tidy up his desk, organize his drawings, and draft the homework on the designated topic that was due tomorrow.
Unfortunately, just as he finished sketching the rough outline of the sketch, the sound of the bathroom door opening ruthlessly distracted his attention once again.
Liang Sunian came out wearing slippers.
His footsteps were not heavy, but they made a clear wet sound, which had a strong presence in Xie Jiaran's ears.
The discomfort that had been relieved by the relaxation came back again.
The mirror placed casually on the table just captured the complete silhouette of the person diagonally opposite.
Xie Jiaran unconsciously stopped what he was doing and tilted his head slightly. He saw in the mirror that Liang Sunian was carefully wiping his hair with his head down.
After taking a shower, she changed into a clean white T-shirt and light blue shorts. Even the towel she used to wipe her hair was light-colored. With her fair skin and tall figure, she exuded the refreshing scent of summer sunshine from head to toe.
This reminded Xie Jiaran of the iced mint Sprite drink with lemon that he bought at the school gate a few days ago.
Her eyes moved slowly around and finally stopped at the boy's arm.
Liang Sunian is not a sports student, but he loves playing basketball. He is thin but not weak, and his arms are covered with a thin layer of muscle that is just the right amount. When he raises his hand, one can clearly see the direction of the meridians and bones on the back of his hand.
Your body temperature right after taking a shower should be slightly hot or slightly cool.
If I go over and hold his hand at this time, let his hands wrap mine in his palms, or just rub his arm affectionately with the back of my hand, I will definitely feel comfortable and quickly relieve this lingering discomfort... ...
Bang!
The mirror was suddenly pushed down, and the loud noise immediately attracted the attention of the other two people in the dormitory.
Li Tang's eyes widened.
Xie Jiaran didn't look back, but stood up and started packing his things.
Unable to accept his perverted appearance of secretly "coveting" his roommate, he hurriedly fled the dormitory with a sullen face and the draft in his arms.
Ever since Liang Sunian moved in, his only safe haven has been lost.
The sound of the door closing was neither loud nor soft, and it was not rude, but Li Tang still shuddered.
"What is this...?"
Li Tang hunched his shoulders and looked at Liang Sunian in confusion. Even though everyone had gone far away, he still kept his voice down in a timid manner.
Liang Sunian spread his hands innocently: "Xiao Liang just came out of the shower, Xiao Liang doesn't know anything."
Li Tang was worried: "Maybe the volume on my tablet is too loud?"
Liang Su Nian didn't say anything. He turned his eyes to a gray mass on the ground and pointed at it, saying, "Your stinky socks fell off."
A pair of socks is troublesome to wash, but it is not convenient to throw them into the washing machine. It is a common practice for many boys to accumulate them in a pile and put them away together. Li Tang is no exception.
The hard part was that Xie Jiaran was in their dormitory, so he didn't dare to save his socks openly. He simply piled all the socks on the other side of his bed and hid them.
I thought everything was safe, but I didn't expect it to go wrong today.
“Oh shit!”
Li Tang stared at the socks on the floor with wide eyes, then looked at Liang Sunian, wailed, put down the tablet and jumped off the bed: "It's over! Xie Jiaran must be angry!"
He picked up the socks and unloaded the pile on the bed.
"I have destroyed the harmony of our dormitory 305. I am guilty. I will wash it off immediately!"
Muttering, he ran to the sink: "I must have pissed him off, he looked so bad when he left. Do you think he'll come back if I apologize to him when he comes back tonight..."
Liang Sunian smiled.
He continued to wipe his hair twice, then stopped, raised his arm and smelled his body with self-doubt.
His shower gel was specially selected to be refreshing and has no fragrance.
Besides, he and I are so far away from each other, so the smell shouldn't have disturbed the delicate little princess...right
Xie Jiaran fled in panic and went to the library alone.
Fortunately, there were no exams in the near future and there were not many people in the library, so he found an empty corner and sat down.
He rested his elbows on the table, with the base of his palms against his forehead, and relaxed for a long while, until his mind was clear of the image he had just seen. Then he let out a long breath and began to concentrate on his homework.
He studied painting for nearly ten years and was admitted to Tsinghua University with the best score in the province, so his professional level is naturally beyond doubt.
Others might have to stay up all night to work on an assignment, but he only spent less than three hours from the beginning to the end.
After packing up and leaving the library, I had dinner at a sparsely populated restaurant at the side door where business was slow and I returned to the dormitory. It was exactly half past ten.
There is still half an hour until lights out.
Li Tang had been looking forward to it for a long time. When he saw someone coming back, he quickly winked at Shen Xuehao.
Shen Xuehao was their last roommate.
A top student in the Department of Architecture, he was a classmate of Li Tang. He had been busy arranging club activities in the afternoon and came back only half an hour earlier than Xie Jiaran.
Glancing at Li Tang's wink, Shen Xuehao made an "OK" gesture with his hands behind his back to indicate that he had received it.
He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, "Xie Jiaran, I want to apologize to you on behalf of Li Tang. He is too scared to say it."
"He has washed all his stinky socks, and he promised to wash them one by one in the future, not to pile them up, and to make the greatest efforts to create a clean and comfortable accommodation environment. I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive him this time."
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What
Xie Jiaran's expression was somewhat puzzled.
Li Tang thought he was waiting for him to express his opinion, so he immediately straightened his attitude and said sincerely, "Yes! Shen Xuehao's meaning is my meaning, so um, can you stop being angry?"
He was tall for no reason, and he was most afraid of making others angry and being treated coldly by others. It wasn't that he was a coward and was afraid of losing, he just felt annoyed and frustrated.
Don’t ask why, the reason is that “love and peace” is his lifelong belief.
"I'm not angry." Xie Jiaran said.
Li Tang was skeptical: "Really?"
Xie Jiaran's brows were filled with confusion: "Why should I be angry?"
"I'm the only one who didn't wash my socks." Li Tang said cowardly, "You looked so bad when you went out this afternoon. Weren't you angry with me?"
Xie Jiaran was stunned and reflexively looked at Liang Sunian's bed diagonally opposite.
Through a layer of mosquito net, I could vaguely see the people inside lying on their backs watching a video. They must be wearing headphones, because I couldn't hear their conversation.
"no."
He pursed his lips and forced himself to look away: "I just left in a hurry because of something urgent. It has nothing to do with you. No need to apologize."
After saying that, he turned around, put the drawing on the table, took out his pajamas from the closet and went to the bathroom.
"Ah? Did I misunderstand?"
Li Tang carefully observed Xie Jiaran's expression, and he seemed not really angry. He grinned and said, "Hey, can I continue to stock up on socks?"
Shen Xuehao: "... If you dare, and really piss me off next time, I won't apologize for you."
Li Tang was shocked: "Why are you so ruthless?!"
Shen Xuehao said calmly: "Because of the sock hoarding issue, I have tolerated you for a long time."
Hot water rushed down from the shower head, quickly filling the bathroom with white mist.
The mirror was also blurred by the fog, reflecting a vague cold white figure.
Xie Jiaran closed his eyes and stood quietly under the shower head, getting his whole body wet.
Until a light blush appeared on his skin all over his body, he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the inappropriate images from his mind.
At the same time, he loosened his tightly bitten lower lip and reached out to fiddle with the water control handle.
The water temperature turned from hot to cool, so cold that goose bumps quickly appeared on his delicate white skin.
At least I feel better now.
I took a shower, cleaned myself up, and climbed into bed, just in time to turn off the lights.
Xie Jiaran lay down with his head resting on the dark pillow and closed his eyes. As expected, he could not feel sleepy at all.
Not long after, there was a rustling sound from the opposite bunk, and Li Tang called out to Liang Sunian in a whisper: "Brother Liang, can you help me pick a star? I'm one star short of glory."
"Brother Liang is sleepy, we'll pick it tomorrow."
Liang Sunian's voice was low and hoarse with laziness. To Xie Jiaran's ears, it was like sound waves carrying tiny electric currents sweeping through every hair in his cochlea.
He closed his eyes and silently huddled a little deeper into the quilt.
He frowned and tightened his right hand, which was curled against his chest, and his ring finger felt slightly hot against his palm.
Thoughts of regret came to my mind countless times.
Maybe he should have been more greedy when he handed over the paper in the afternoon.